The Fall of the Children of NimRuin DarkCrest

[NimRuin]

~ Howling, screaming, dying.......Footsteps brushed through the woods as the sound of Swords, Metal scraping upon metal, the sound of flesh tearing, as solid steel slithered through. Blood was spelt.

His eyes opened, his own screams lingered through his mouth as his house seemed so empty. The dance of death ran through his vocal cords as the wind shudder at his openess. Tears fell from his eyes as the nightmare took over his body again, reenacting the fall of the House of NimRuin. He was the last of his group. His breathing was irractic, his eyes were blood shot as his long silver hair flew back from his face. His eyes turned from its lavender orbs to a voidless white color as the sounds of his children dying echoed through his life. He looked around as a knock broke through his concentrate, a knock of death.

~Lifting his form from the ground, the steps of darkness he held only ran away from his form as his armor laid upon a chair, his swords stood in an x, propped up against one of the wooden walls of his little house. Books were everywhere, some were burnt, some where covered in blood, they were in disarray. Breathing deeply he answered the door, three children standing there..his white eyes focused as he tuned them in at the Children. By there peasant clothing he took them to be children of Ulster. " Why aren't you in your beds." He growled in a low and haunted voice, but that voice only died as it seemed the children was immuned from his normal angry.

The eldest child, a boy of sixteen stood there, a sword was attached to his belt as he stepped forward.." You Promised up Lord NimRuin to finish the story...or at least start it, we love your stories of Drow." The other two children stood behind him nodded, all three having blond hair as their eyes held a touch of Emerald. He had found them in the outskirts of the forest. He knew this day well for it was when he would come to from his insanity. The cries of these children woke his mind, the cries of there screams alerted him. He remembered these three children being attacked by nature itself. A roaring cyclone swept past the forest, Zandramas was the one who had igniated the war of Wizards, the war of her Sorceress power against his own Magic.

~ Her cyclone almost took out his whole forest, but as he contained her power she sent the cyclone at these children. At that time, he knew not what else to do but releash his hold upon Zandramas and save these children of Ulster. Upon doing so his own Children would pay the price, but he would never tell these children that he traded the life of his family for the life of Ulsterian Children.~

~ Lowering his gaze he welcomed the children in, all of the age of 16 two boys and one female. All three looked as beautiful as Kahlan, but this was the Celtic's doing. They were known to be such elegant people. HIs eyes shimmered back to its lavender color as they dimmed, his emotions on the brink of his losing control. He looked at them. " If you three must know a story it will be one of importance Young ones." He said in a low whisper. " This is the story that tells of my family...there fall for not the kingdom of Ulster, no Not for your safty but for mine, all because of me." He said in a low and crisp voice, his emotions seemed to react the winds as they feld from his voice.

<To be Continued>

[NimRuin]

~ " The kingdom of Avalon has always been of the light, but such darkness consumed the kingdom of Avalon, they dont even realize it. The child of the prophecy has been born, and the strength of Zandramas has risen and fell, and now she is back, stronger than ever, until i took her and consealed her within the Orb d' Oloth." He stopped for a minute as he watched the children's eyes, seeing there fear but also there confusion. " The Orb of darkness." he Translated his own Drow tongue for them. " However that story is for another time..children." He said almost getting the feeling of his own family by him as he than withdrew his mind from such thoughts. " Me and my family, a family of pure warriors, Assassins, Drow, Elves, and Humans. My family.....We left Avalon, I myself knew i could not help the spoils of that kingdom, i have no regret for leaving it for i do not like the light, but i can bear such things...and out of respect for my superior Lady Ashina." His voice broke off as he stood before them, his long cape drapped over his limbs, his own muscles were fatigued but he always loved telling good stories, especially to those who he knew would appreciate it.

~ " We traveled hard and fast, The movements of our High queen was fast as well. The rain beated upon our face as we moved children, i was beared sick at the time, my own strength cut in half and yet that woman of evil let me linger, instead of killing me. The thought of NimRuin weakened, seemed to excite her spirit, but as soon as we met the forest, she attacked." He said, his voice rising a bit as he watched the children, his own form clouded in the darkness, lavender eyes of pain glaring at them as he watched the eyes of Aldrenil....she drew back from his gaze a fear touching her face at that moment, as he closed his eyes, sensing her heart relaxing.

~ " Zandramas went exactly for me when we met the outskirts of the forest, her mind thrusting a spell of Dismay, a spell of death at me, as i watch the coils of her darkness heighten up in the biggest shroud of evil i have ever sensed a power Tirok once possessed. But DarShiva stood there, her mind so clear with defense, his own soul reaching out to spat in Zandramas's face as there minds clashed with might. Arrows pitted against the shield of my child, the duel curved blades of my young Sitheis, rushed and blocked many of them. His form turning with a grace i have taught him, his spins exact his blades balanced as he sliced through through the undead and Living that attacked us. The war of my Children Elders and Kings of there own countried serving me had begun." He said in his thrill his voice holding a pain he did not let out for the children to hear, his own form coughed a bit as he took a glass of water and dranked for its crystal form.

~ " Zandramas did not know when to quit, until i had stood up, My form own form shuddered the ground but i threw at her such a might of Meteors, shrouds of darkness and gales of wind she retreated into the forest, only to ride upon her horse of Death, four horsemen followed her, the four horsemen of Death, onlly a spell so hideous to own ones Kin to uproot war, malice, Pestildence, and Death." The children seemed to cling to each other as the darkness around the bodies of NimRuin and them seemed to form a realm of illusion, his lavender eyes seemed to move as his voice was not audible his spell seemed to come out of nowhere as the illusion of the four horsemen that served Zandramas thrusted before the children's eyes. The young ones just jumped with fear but anticipation for the battle in which he describe.

~ " I once thought i would never see them again, for they are unkillable, they are the best in the realm of Death, warriors of the undead and Kings upon the realms of Hades and the unknown. Nazguls, in the fairy tales of Mordor, compare Nothing to these men. and that Zandramas just laughed in my children's face. I knew my children were scared but yet they stood killing at least a hundred undead as my Dyrad daughter releashed there souls, nullifying there rebirth into the undead. The horses of the Horsemen neighed with such terror the flowers and trees around them died with such agony there cries could be hear for miles, the nature seemed to be erupted with anger but could do nothing about it. I took ahold of my staff and robe before my children, my youngest Tara, Mistress of the long bow and almost the deadliest of my group at long range held tears as she knew her fate. We all did my Young Friends." He spoke as he went over to a chair, the illusion appearing into a battle field as he took another sip of his drink to clear his throat, his dark form sat into his chair as his lavender eyes closed for a minute. ~

< to be continued >

[NimRuin]

~ He opened his eyes as his spell was complete, the wind rushed around his form as his mouth had been moving, incoherant gestures and tongues of a drowish language so ancient poured from his mouth.." And now you asked for the story , i will not telll, but show...." He said as the children's minds went blank, there forms resting upon each other as his mind drifted as well

~ Sitheis, swords unclamped from its shealths, moved with a grace and speed, only drow from his city knew. His hands held the blades in a well balanced motion, his weight was pinpointed off on the soles of his feet as he used this to jump into the air, high and mighty, his form twisting as his right curved sword met that of an undead, the blade cutting through the head as he stood there smirking. " Never turn your back on a Drow." he spoke in a low voice as his eyes widened, the screamed of an undead ran behind him, the blade coming for his back as his form jerked around..." Damn." He said as he knew he would not dodge this, his eyes widened as than an arrow came from the air, piercing the head of the undead, the force of the blow sent the actual form of the undead reering to the side, the creatures swing went completely wide. Sitheis looked as he saw Tara, her golden hair seemed to flow behind her, as she stood in a perfect balance, her form balancing upon the width of the hammer of Wulfgar, the barbarian from the north.

~ Tara looked at Sitheis.." Stop playing around..or we are going to die!" She said in a loud voice as she nodded, the hand of Wulfgar came crashing below the hilt of his axe, the form of Tara flew into the air, as she glided upowards, her right hand picking three arrows from her quiver in mere second, her aim was deadly, so deadly she did not even bother to aim, her shot always hit there marks. The air took her form as her golden locks drew around her face, her arms shooting arrow upon arrow as one of them sweep past the face of Mithandre, the rush of the air seemed to cause his head ot tilted as the elf Growled.." Tara..these are my kills!" He said in a loud voice as only a giggle was heard in the background.~

~ MIthandre' was the lord of the spear, his body moved in such a grace, wind held not one delicate advantage over his form, his spear gliding to and fro into the body of one undead, only to pierce another from behind, with the bunt of his spear. His arms moving qickly as his blade came around, his form thrusting back from several swings at his head as he than turned around, his eyes widened.." Tara move!" He screamed. Taras form had just flipped touching the ground as her eyes jekred around, a hammer about the size of her body came crushing down before her, as she immediately rolled her body backwards, her hands pushing off the ground as she flipped back into the air, the ground where she was at, was broken, a huge gash of dirt rose up as a deep hole stood there. Tara held her bow in her hands as she gasped.." An Undead Troll!? " She screamed as she ran back a bit, her arrows shooting at the head of the trolls, but the undead creature was armored, the arrow denting his armor but leaving no damage. Than Tara stopped her form standing there as she looked up.." Sitheis, Mithandre' and DarShiva..if we cannot stop this troll the rest of our family will die, they are on the other side fighting...lets end this thing now." She said as she only saw the form of her sister and brothers by blond bonds surround the creature.

Tara's heart pounding as teh creature bored onto her first, the hammer coming for her head, but because of her small frame and agile body as only hopped to the ride of the attack, her legs moving quickly as she stood upon the hammer, the troll, its dull face just blinked as the form of Tara ran uon its arm, her form just perfectly balanced as the troll seemed to just comprehend this Manuever. Roaring with a might that made even Sitheis cautious. The form of Tara stood on the shoulders of the troll as DarShiva came, in her steel tipped whips enacting as she wrapped the whips around the right arm of the troll, the form of Sitheis and Mithandre' attacked the trolll under the arms as DarShiva pulled the arms of the troll to the side. The weapons of the two men dugg deep as the creature just wallowed, but than it tugged on it hammer, the form of DarShiva hissed with a might only her Vampiric form should show as she held the arms of the troll steady.

The troll actually rolled. the surprise came from Tara as she fell off the trolls back, her own weapon keep buring in the head of the troll with no effect as she fell to the ground, a good eleven feet drop. Sitheis Caught her as he ran by, the hammer of the troll hit the spot were Tara just dropped as she grew scared. DarShiva casting a light paraylzed the troll as her hands grew as big as the sun, but only in illusion as the creature drew back, the form of Mithandre' was there, shoving his spear into the open side of the troll, the screams of Agony came back into the wind as A dark presence Flung itself at the form of the men, the group of Four drew back as the troll was heart pierced falling over limp as it dead again.

The cloaked figure drew its sword as the person withdrew its hood...It was Zandramas..

< To be Continued by Zandramas>